Taming My Mafia Stepbrother

Cara’s pov

Hot, it was suddenly too hot. My breathing was choppy, my airway felt too tight. The calm in the air had been snuffed out by tingling currents, pulsing in violent waves I felt with a force.

And it was all because of him, this big and powerful male that was fast becoming my very own vice. My very own addiction.

I was getting lost in those dangerous eyes of his, getting pulled in by an invisible force that wanted to swallow me whole.

I tore my gaze and lowered it to his chest. “Why are you here?” I whispered, desperate to break through the charged silence. Desperate to kill off the intense vibe in the room.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, shooting tingles into my mine. I involuntarily backed away to put a gap between us.

“Why are you avoiding my gaze?” Luca asked with a drawl, leaning on the table beside us, the force of his weight causing the unopened beer cartons on it to clank together.

I had to sort through them as well and I would have already started on them if he hadn’t interrupted me, showed up when I was least unprepared to see him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Exasperation seeped into my voice.

His tone grew lower when he spoke. “And you should answer mine.”

I shut my eyes for patience. A frustrated sound traveled up my throat but I forced it back down. I raised my eyes to his in a glare and the relaxed planes of his beautiful form sent a simultaneous rush of annoyance and flutters through my body.

He looked delicious in the black loose dress shirt and pants he wore, like a lover on a lazy Sunday. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone and the taut smoothness of his chest peeked out from the opening.

His hair was styled messily, and it reminded me too much of the times I had been the one to mess it up.

It was unfair, it was so unfair how I had to fight a brewing fire inside me while he looked every inch unbothered. I was the only one left ruined from the night in his bed and I despised it.

My body was heating under the force of his gaze again but I forced myself not to shy away and instead, plastered a sweet smile on my face. “See, not avoiding you.”

He stepped closer and I went around the table. I knew this game too well, I wasn’t going to let him trap me. I could barely hold my clashing feelings together.

A shadow crossed his face and seeped into his eyes. He was getting frustrated and I drew a strange satisfaction from it. Good, let us both be worked up.

“Cara, what is it?”

I jutted my chin. “What is what?”

A muscle flexed in his jaw “What the f uck is the problem?”

“There’s no problem,” I crossed my arms, “except the fact that you’re not supposed to be here.”

A sardonic smile appeared on his lips, “you forget I now own the place.”

I mentally smacked myself. How could I have forgotten, the jerk was now my boss.

However, I was going to let him hold that one win. “Well you’re interrupting my work, boss.” Sarcasm dripped on the last word as I motioned to the beer cartons on the floor and table with a wave of my hand.

Luca stared intently at me, his eyes trying to figure me out, working and solving through my soul like I was a Rubik’s cube. I didn’t like it.

I didn’t want him to be able to read me, I didn’t want him to ever see beyond what I allowed people to.

His eyes darkened as amusement took over the intrigue in them and goosebumps spread on my skin as I panicked at what he must have found.

I should have moved away when he came around the table but I was unable to, that panicked feeling held me firm to the spot. I gasped when he curled an arm around my waist and jerked me into him, his powerful male scent holding me prisoner.

His other hand came up to the side of my face, caressing it with his fingers. Icy tingles followed his touch.

“Just how good did I fuck you to still have you acting skirmish days after?” The silkiness of his voice was doing things to my insides, sparking feelings to life.

“Didn’t you say you were an expert?” He mocked.

“Don’t be delusional,” I said hoarsely. “I just feel guilty, that’s all.”

The shadow returned to his gaze and my breathing picked up even faster as treacherous excitement pulsed in my veins. Taunting him has never ended well for me but I was a moth to a dangerous flame.

“Guilty you say,” he growled and I felt it between my legs.

“Yes. We’re still siblings by law after all.” My heart was now careening out of control as I anticipated what was coming next.

Something twisted pulled at Luca’s mouth, baring his teeth in a smile that sent trickles of electricity across my entire being.

He tugged on my ponytail, wrapping it twice around his big hand as he leaned to my ear. His tone took a deadly edge. “Let’s give you another thing to be guilty about.”

I was pulled off my feet and carried to the table, the beer cartons now thrown to the back of my mind. I wrapped my legs around him as soon as he placed me on the surface, my hands curling around his muscled neck.

His mouth found my neck, trailing kisses and bites up and down the length of it. A cold sensation flushed over me and I let out a pleasured sigh. He ran his hand over my exposed thigh and I mentally congratulated myself for deciding to wear the short skirt I had on.

His hand moved up to my hips and further up to my breast, giving it a rough squeeze. I sucked in air and my fingers locked tighter around his neck.

“I want my tongue on them.” He said, his voice thick with desire. “Take off your shirt,” he commanded, tugging at the clothing.

I slowly pulled the shirt up my body, enjoying the way his eyes darkened with anticipation.

His tongue ran across his bottom lip when I tossed the shirt on the table and pulled down the strapless bra I wore. His eyes licked my naked boobs, making them grow heavy with arousal.

“You don’t know how much I thought about tasting them again.” He said in a hoarse voice, the confession hitting me with a warmness.

He had thought about me, multiple times. My legs tightened around him to keep my body from floating away.

A moan spilled out of my mouth when his hot mouth closed around a nipple, sucking on it with a desperation that caused a throbbing between my legs.

I leaned back to give him more access, one of my hands freeing his neck to support my weight on the table as he ravished my breast. He switched to the other one and a mewl left me as white spots flashed behind my eyes.

This feeling… it burned hotter than the last. When I thought my boobs would explode from the intense pleasure he was giving them, Luca came up and crushed his mouth to mine. His hand slipped between my thighs and found my heat.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He groaned against my mouth, tugging on my bottom lips. “I need to bury myself inside you right now.”

He didn’t need to say more, my hands found his zipper and frantically worked at it, my desperation making my fingers shaky with their movement. Luca grabbed at my hands, stilling them, his eyes holding mine as he saw to the task himself.

His erection spilled out, shifted my panties to the side, then entered me in one slow thrust. Luca pushed further until he was buried to the hilt and a drawn out groan pushed out of his lips and mine.

He started to move, the pace steadily growing faster and harder. We both ignored the noise our fucking caused to the table, I could barely hear the bottles clanking in protest. I was fully immersed in the awareness of his sweet c0ck sliding in and out of me, of his hand now pinching on my nipple, of his mouth nibbling on my neck.

“I fucking missed this, I fucking missed the feel of your snug p ussy around my c0ck.” He rasped and I leaned closer into him.

“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded in a whisper and he obliged by slamming into me with cruel force.

The bottles rattled harder, their panicked noise adding more intensity to our frantic movements. Luca fucked me with a lack of control that caused devastating tremors to jolt through my core.

The urge to touch him filled me and my shaky hands pulled at his dress shirt and disappeared under it. The contact of his taut skin against my soft palms sent shivers through me, Luca trembled beneath my touch and I grew bolder, determination pounding into me. My wandering hands found a nipple and grazed over the nub. A hiss escaped Luca and the sound filled me like a psychedelic drug.

He reached past me and pushed the cartons behind me to the side, easily like they were just empty boxes that weren’t full with uncapped beer.

I was pushed down on the table, my hands beneath his shirt caught and pinned above my head. I sucked in a breath at the raw look in his eyes, a shadow of alarm flashed so quickly I thought I imagined it.

He had been bothered by my touch I realized as my heart sang songs of delight.

His thrusts grew more forceful like he was trying to fuck something out of him and I arched my back to take them deeper, curling my toes as heat pulsed stronger within me.

“That look in your eyes is going to haunt me for days,” he rasped harshly as if he hated the thought of it.

My teeth bit on my lower lip, my heart doing somersaults in my chest. I desperately wished for it to happen, I wanted him to be haunted by me. I wanted to consume his thoughts just like he consumed mine. I wanted to be the only woman in his thoughts because he was the only man that starred in mine.

I flashed him a sweet smile, my tongue wetting my lips. “Don’t tell me you’re about to fall for me.”

His only answer was a ruthless thrust that stole all the air from my lungs but somehow elicited a moan from me.

“Don’t be delusional,” he threw my words back at me.

His lips came down on mine to keep me from responding and he kissed me with a feral intensity, making muffled groans into my mouth as his lips ravaged mine in savage worship.

I turned ferocious at his kiss and we punished each other for whatever complex feeling we felt at the moment, mine dating way back before now.

I came with the force of an exploding dynamite, shaking all through my orgasm. Luca followed me seconds after, breaking off the kiss to bite down on my shoulder. I bucked again at the pain, a whimper leaving me.

He got up from me, staring at me with an unreadable expression before murmuring in Italian.

He didn’t bother to translate for my benefit as he fixed his clothes then fucking left the place, leaving me splayed on the table like an item on display.

He didn’t need to anyway because I understood that one sentence of Italian. Something crashed inside me like a violent sea wave as I placed both languages side by side in my head.

Cosa mi hai fatto? What have you done to me?